Category: dark

HYMN TO PAN

ephrix erõti periarchés d’ aneptoman

iõ iõ pan pan

õ pan pan aliplankte, kyllanias chionoktypoi

petraias apo deirados phanéth, õ

theõn choropoi anax

SOPH. AJ.

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,

O man! My man!

Come careering out of the night

Of Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea

From Sicily and from Arcady!

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white ass, come over the sea

To me, to me,

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

(Shepherdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod,

And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,

The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,

The soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove, the gnarled bole

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain — come over the sea,

(Io Pan! Io Pan!)

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man! my man!

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill!

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body, weary of empty clasp,

Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —

Come, O come!

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,

All-devourer, all-begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye,

And the token erect of thorny thigh,

And the word of madness and mystery,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake

In the grip of the snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne

To death on the horn

Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

Some people “lock” the powers of their mirrors to their use
alone by charging it with a secret, magick word. You can do this while cleansing
and consecrating your magick mirror by placing your finger on the mirror’s
center and saying your magick word three times. Between speaking each word,
remove your finger from the mirror and breathe through the spot.

Allow your psychic energy to mingle with the mirror’s.

To use your magick mirror, place a votive candle behind the mirror (the
mirror will obstruct your view of it) or light two candles on either side
of the mirror. (Personal preference). Hold your hands over the black surface
and whisper your magick word three times. Gaze into the mirror’s blackness
– not on it, but through it. Again, relax your mind and use the usual scrying
techniques we’ve already learned.

Another mirror method is to sit under the full moon with your mirror.
Catch the moon’s reflection in the black mirror and begin scrying into this
reflection.

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“People create gods in their own image according to their own desires
and needs. Gods tend to agree precisely with the beliefs of their
believers, care about the same things as those who believe in them, even
to speak to them personally, to be a friend to the lonely. They fulfill
the needs of some people so neatly because it is those people who
themselves create the personalities and wishes of the God they profess.
It is Human imagination at work, tied in with the ego, and with the
subconscious. Gods are our creations. Within organized religion,
people’s opinion on their “god” is always individual and subjective even
though they as a group call their God by the same name. Depending on a
person’s will and need they search out gods that closely match what they
themselves want.

Satanism abhors these gods in their multitudes. Satan is the
anti-god… destroying all these invented external sources of power. In
the name of Satan, there is only one true power that exists above Gods:
Human minds. For it is only Human Beings that have made gods, and it is
in our image that they are made. We create gods: We give them Human
emotions, human desires, and even give them hands, faces, bodies,
clothes and weapons. Why is all this so? We are dishonest. We create
gods in this manner because we dare not admit the truth: We Are Gods.

Religion and worship must be honest. If you are going to put your
heart, desires and motivations behind an object of devotion, there is no
point lying to yourself about the nature of your psychological
projections. The source of this objectification of your ideas about
reality is your own mind. The abstract nature of god, however
convoluted, is your own creation. That’s why all the gods of history
have had human emotions, cared for humans in particular, put the Earth
at the center of their schemes, cared about what us human wear, think,
do and feel. Gods have even looked like us. Let us discard such wishful
thinking and admit that we’re making it all up. In Satanism, we do not
worship others or ideas. We worship ourselves, as we are the source of
all the great things we adore. Self-worship is the most honest form of
religiosity.

“Give into yourself and worship me”

Carve your wisdom into my skull and take my very soul

Dance and indulge in life

Alone in the woods…